My dad took me hunting, and exploring..
Taught me how to ride a bike, on a glowing, rainy day.
He showed me how to paint...
Creating form, by balancing light with shadows.

I fell into rhythm, with sounds of growing trees.

Creating secret shelters,
Outlines of forest cathedrals...

Childhood seems to last forever..
There are so many treasured memories, in my book of true stories...

Tragedy built a slowly spiraled staircase, and we took the long way down..
Ocean storms,and dangerous tides hit our shores,
Devastating the vessel we set out in...
Not all of us reached the other side.

Years pass by...
Scars do fade away...though they leave a sacred etching.
My eyes are focused, my heart still exploring..
I walk, one step at a time...
Soaked with rain..
In love with our sky.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

There is a piece that I wrote, about a week before the floods happened in Colorado...
Before we knew that danger was coming, there was one night (maybe two) of perfect, beautiful, heart catching rain. . . . I walked in it. . . . laughed in it. . . recorded sounds of the (still innocently thundering) storm on my phone, to keep as a natural sleep melody . . . I sat on my front step, and breathed in, as much as possible, of that sweet, nostalgic rain smell. . . it reminded me of early childhood days in Alaska, and Oregon. . . . a scent that always tells me, that "everything is, and will be well". . . . .tells me I am loved, always. . . .
Rain has always been, a deeply spiritual experience for me. . . . an anchoring place of romance. . . and of centering peace.
-I had to write. . . .because I could so clearly feel the saturating goodness, and unwavering heart of our Creator, in the raindrops. . . . it carried me away.
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A lot of things took place, after that night. . . .
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-So, now, in the midst of destructive waters receding....and an officially declared natural disaster.... (it is being called a 500 year flood(?) .....with an unbelievable amount of damage, and heartache all over the area......I want to acknowledge, a redeeming love, caring for us, in the midst of it all.....there is nothing to say, that will explain, or brush over the effects of this flood.....it is terrible, and it's effects are devastating, to the land, and to many people of Colorado....but I believe that we are all loved, and cherished by our Creator, and I am in awe, of the way that I, and so many others, have been divinely protected, and provided for, in the midst of this crazy moment in history.....we are loved..
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-Below, is a meditative poem from before the floods...
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--A Lover's Rain--
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Thunder rolls over Colorado..
Deep sky echoing, through our sacred mountain land.

Rhythmic, sounds of downpour..
Like a Lover, bringing my heart to rest.

The expanse of our emotion,
is bigger than my recollection of life..
I close my eyes...
Floods of sunlight,
shooting stars, and sandy shores, fly past my vision..

My heartbeat slower...
encompassed by the warmth, of your energy in creation.
-Haven't we always been?-
This friendship, intimately woven,
before my birth was thought of, in this realm.

Close my eyes once more,
see a shoreline horizon within..

Oceans emerging from my chest,
Barriers taken apart, spilling out,

toward a song we love to sing.

Our eyes meeting again..

We are, sunrise, and sunset...outside of time.
I am, overwhelmingly, delightfully overtaken.
You, the finality of love.

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I began this poem a few weeks ago, from a moment outside one night...it's about the forever space that we live in with Creator God...then it sat for awhile, untouched as an outline; when a friends' blog post inspired me to finish writing."We All Belong" (link below), by 'Back to Eden Group' reminded me to finish writing, when they asked the question:--- "Are you able to go back to Eden in the DNA of your memory bank and find your first recollection of life?" -(Check out the rest of their blogs as well! Amazing, beautiful things are happening!)http://www.b2egroup.net/belong-blog-1/